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Friday, June 29, 2007

Happiness is....Picture Books & Library Trips!

We've had so much fun making weekly library trips lately. Hard as I try, the kids won't let me leave before we've checked out 10 books and 1 or 2 DVD's to watch. It's a great deal all the way around. The library itself is brand new, every book in there is brand new as well as every DVD. The children's library section has many tables and chairs where you can always see parents sitting with their children reading. I love to see kids getting that kind of attention. We actually prefer the cushier option where they have the "vintage-styled" vinyl covered furniture in bright primary colors. Other than the seats, some of the "furniture" includes an oversized colorful pencil/pillow, a huge opened book, etc. Last month, Melody read her first book all by herself. Here it is: "Do Lions Live on Lily Pads?" Very cute and simple with some funny possibilities to consider.
The books though that have been asked to be read and re-read the most are the cute little "George & Martha" books by James Marshall.
The stories feature two hippos who are just like an old married couple often unexpectedly offending the other, but quickly finding ways to make it up to them. Melody asks me to read and re-read these constantly. She can't contain her giggles looking at the illustrations sometimes. They are very comical! "George & Martha-Back in Town" was the first to get us hooked.
While I was at BYU Women's Conference, I attended one seminar on the benefits of reading with your children. An 80 year-old female college English professor stood up, after her younger peers had given their presentations, and gave us her 2 cents. She mentioned that we should read and re-read a book to a child as often as they ask. That's something I've always resisted, telling the kids, "We just read that one, pick something else." The elderly professor told us that if the child gets to hear the story over and over, they will learn a variety of expressions of speech and the proper voice inflections that go with certain phrases. It will build their vocabulary tremendously and help them learn how and when to use specific phrases. She was exactly right as an example of this occurred just last week. The girls had asked me to read one particular book day in and day out. In one story, the hippo George brags to Martha how he can dive off the high dive at the city pool....no problem! He can't wait to do it because so many people will be watching him. When it comes down to it, he chickens out and says, "I guess I lost my nerve." It was funny last week when Melody was at swimming lessons being brought over to the medium high-dive at the 10 ft. high school pool and in line to jump in to the teacher with the rest of her class. When she changed her mind and backed down off the short ladder, I heard her telling the teacher, and us later, "I lost my nerve. That's all, I just lost my nerve." I had to laugh when she said that.
This book is so fun to read in a sing-song way: "Chicka Chicka Boom Boom." Letters are climbing up the coconut tree then fall to the ground. After the fall, the letters are wearing bandages or have stubbed their "toe." Very cute for kids. The old professor I mentioned expressed her delight at the wide variety of fun exciting books that teach children to read, rather than the boring, monotone reading of the Dick & Jane or Janet & Mark books we used to have.
And one last one here, "Click Clack Moo, Cows That Type." It teaches children negotiation techniques as the cows negotiate with the farmer for electric blankets even to the point of withholding their milk. The library also has DVDs with many of these stories made into movies. Good times!!!

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

To Camp Chawanakee & Back!

We took off around 11:30pm Sunday night and headed straight for the Sierra Nevadas with pillow fights going on all around us in the back half of the van. There were 7 scouts aged 12 and 13 and were they ever wild! Things took a turn for the better though around 12:10 when they were all zonked off to sleep. We stopped at 3:30 for gas and everybody woke up. It was obvious these guys had been city slickers for a little too long. Somebody said they needed a bathroom. I motioned that they were welcome to go disappear into any of the vast forest folliage surrounding us and got the strangest looks from everybody but Austin. It was dark as night and maybe it wasn't the best suggestion on my part, after recalling every "bear fatality" I'd heard of , in the moments before we stopped. (I was just trying to inform them so they would be careful and never think about wandering off!.....Guess it worked!) I drove from 11:30-3:30 and Mark drove till we arrived at 4:30am, as well as most of the way back.
Our scoutmaster, Doug and his wife are some of our best friends in town since we moved in 7 years ago. They have 5 kids who nearly correspond with the ages of our kids, live a few blocks away and go to church with us. He had us call him the minute we arrived and led us on a 1/4 mile expedition back to the camp with gear in hand. Mark and I got to take a nap from 5-7am which helped a tad and then we ate in the dining hall (or "Lightning Shelter" as the sign on the door said).
Here I am knowing I needed to wash my hands, but debating whether (and how) to use this crazy apparatus set-up to facilitate hand-washing from some water that drips over the top edge. I was scanning all around the place just sure there would be a more civilized bathroom for the "grown-ups" that I could slip into. I stood there dumb-founded instead and decided they weren't that dirty. Eeeeekkkk!
As you can see, the only other female in our group, Kelsey, age 16, had better things to do than wander around a boy scout camp as nearly the only female in sight. This look showed her displeasure with the whole situation. Luckily, she only expressed it in her face rather than words. Could have been worse!
I got some strange looks from those guys of the older set, but Mark explained it away by telling me, "You're the prettiest thing for seven days and hundreds of miles from here." I thought that was pretty funny!

Now HERE'S a camp gadget I could get into!!! The guys in this campsite had formed up a revolving door of sorts with the wood they gathered. The main pole there is carved down to a sharp pencil-point at the bottom that is sitting in a can that they set down into the dirt. THAT WAS COOL!

We said goodbye to Austin and friends and were on our way home.
We stopped in Kingsburg (Swedish village) on the way home and I was so tired, I obviously could have been talked into anything:
Kingsburg definitely had a "small-town feel." This notice on a shop door was a dead giveaway!
Shaver Lake at 7:30am. The water level used to be up high to where the trees are on the right. That's how low the snowfall has been. It was a fun time overall and we were happy to get to be with the kids.
There's a man standing in the center of this next picture, just staring into the distance. Mark whispered while we passed by, "If you build it, he will come." Hahahaha!

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Quotable Quotes

Heard around the house recently....
Mark to April: "If looks could kill, I'd be in the advanced stages of rigormortis."
This was told to me by the friend who kept the girls while we drove to scout camp. Here's what she overheard in HER car recently:
"How 7 & 8 year-old girls think"
Ressa: "Well, I've picked the church boy I'm going to marry: Dylan!"
Caitlyn (her friend): "No, I like Dylan and I'm going to marry him!"
Ressa: "What if he likes me better?"

Caitlyn: "I don't care, I'm going to marry Dylan!"

Ressa: "I'll pay you $200 million dollars if you let ME marry Dylan."

Caitlyn: "I'll think about it."
Ressa: "I know! I'll marry him and YOU can babysit our children!"
Caitlyn: "Do I still get the money?"
Melody: "No because I'm going to marry Dylan myself!"

Sunday, June 24, 2007

I've Got an Errand to Run for the Boy Scouts Tonight....330 Miles Away!

My 13 yr. old, soon to be freshman in high school in a couple months, is one of about 18 boys in his boy scout troop. They were scheduled to leave Friday and take an early trip up to the Sequoias over the weekend and then arrive at scout camp Monday morning where they will be for a week. Well a sudden wrench was thrown in when they did not get their tour permit approved. The scoutmaster is heading up early, but it became incumbant upon the parents to put our heads together and figure out the transportation for the scouts to get to camp. A couple dads were going to spend the week up there with them and they were able to get the transportation for all the boys, but seven. The challenge is that the boys need to be checking into the camp at 6am on Monday, 330 miles away at the camp up at Shaver Lake. Speaking from experience, when you're the only one with a Chevy 12 passenger van, all heads turn our way in a crisis such as this one. So to make a long story short and after spending all day on the phone Wednesday, and rushing the van in for a tune-up....the long and short of it is that we will be meeting all the boys at 11pm in the Spaghetti Factory parking lot tonight and then driving seven of them along with Mark, his daughter Kelsey and myself through the night to arrive at camp by 6am. The younger girls are already in the middle of swimming lessons and start summer school (for fun) on Monday. It helps to have a friend from church that I coordinated with to have our kids in the exact same sessions for swimming and summer school so that we can help each other if a problem arises. This friend also has a son going to camp so we worked out the obvious. The solution was for us to drive the boys, my girls stay with her, she gets them to school in the morning and swimming after dinner and she doesn't have to pay a cent to me for gas. So we're headed for the Sierra Nevadas. The camp is at Shaver Lake, 55 miles east of Fresno. I'm going to try and get as many naps in as I can today and then do the first part of the driving myself. I'm the night owl and Mark's the early bird, so here's one instance where we'll be grateful for that difference.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Joey Lands a Job!

No, he's not teaching dance at Arthur Murray's, but he will be getting acquainted with the life of a busboy, starting last night. Well, we're all real proud of Joey! After an initial interview at Applebees a few months ago and being told he "was not bubbly enough," he pressed on and tried again. This time he got hired at a great restaurant where they're not concerned that their male employees act "bubbly." Mark's 20 yr. old daughter is working as a waitress and used her influence to get him an interview. He started last night and worked from 6-11pm. They had him scraping dishes, sweeping and setting tables. He said his dishes and sweeping experience at home really came into play last night. He had a good time and is excited to go back today. Mark was laughing this morning at the idea that it took a job at a great restaurant to motivate Joey to go out and buy a few Hawaiian shirts to go with black pants. That's the required uniform. Here is a little write-up on the restaurant, (without naming it because I don't want people searching for it, being directed to my little blurb) out of the chamber of commerce newsletter:

It is a casual California Grill offering a wide variety of steaks, ribs and seafood cooked over a visible mesquite grill. Beautifully decorated in a Baja beach resort motif, it also specializes in Baja style tacos, Fish Tacos, Shrimp Tacos and Mahi Tacos, all in the San Felipe tradition.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

"Happy Birthday Grammy" and "Happy Father's Day" Picnic-all-in-One

Surrounding our mom and dad and celebrating
"Father's Day" together is (l to r): Danny,
Mom, Marilyn, Dad, Barbie, Steph, Danny, and me.
This crew of cousins has quite a voyage planned, (boat, courtesy of Uncle Mike).
Mike, Grammy and Danny
April's Ressa, Marilyn's Megan, Steph's Emily, and April's Melody get the swings all to themselves.
No adults left on board. Yay!!!!! Kids rule!!!!!
Grammy with 10 of her great-grandchildren.
Grammy being silly right along with 10 silly great-grandchildren.
Here's a flashback to the past, sitting around scratching backs....
we have Mike, Barbie, Danny, and Steph.
Grammy was teasing the boys with how "hip" she was turning her hat around and wearing it backwards like guys do sometimes. She's doing pretty good for turning 86 this year.

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DADS!

As the picture reveals it was 12:24am this morning when I finished the six pies to bring to church today. On Mother's Day, the mom's get flowers or a little book or something and on Father's Day the dads always get a Hershey bar or something like that. But THIS year, a feisty little "Suzie Homemaker" out of Utah moved down and insisted that the women in her old ward ( a congregation of about 500 members in the church, defined by geographic boundaries. Each ward meets at a specific time each Sunday and then rotates times each year with the other wards that meet in the same building. There are about 3 wards per building, and 6-9 wards constitute a "stake." There are about 8 wards in our city.) Back to my story....the new gal here spread a "legend" around of the women in her Utah ward baking up a pie for every dad and she just knew we could do it too! Yikes! I watched the sign-up sheet get passed around week after week amongst the women to list your name and how many you'd make. It was empty for several weeks, so I signed up for six. All the women came through and it turned out great. There were homemade pies, store-bought pies, etc. One lady's in chef school and brought some with flowers made from pastry on top. Pretty! We honor every lady 18 and up on Mother's Day so likewise, every guy 18 and up got to take home a pie after church today. Mark insisted I leave one of mine home, and then after church Austin was so mad at Mark for picking up another woman's pie and not mine. It was as if Mark had done a horrible impropriety. Hahaha! Austin just didn't know we kept one of mine home.
The kids were up early. Kelsey is visiting for awhile and she was up organizing Ressa, Melody and Austin while cooking eggs and bacon. Mark and I were awakened by the smoke alarm going off....not once, but twice. After the first time, Mark laughed hysterically when he yelled down, "WHAT'S GOING ON," and got the response, "WE STARTED A FIRE, BUT IT'S OK NOW." He couldn't stop laughing over the fact that the kids would rather admit to starting a fire than to let out the secret about making dad breakfast. They sent Ressa upstairs to ask us, "Are you guys ok? The fire's fine now." SCARY! There was no fire, but when the alarm went off the second time, I was up and downstairs in a flash. As I came down the stairs I could see a haze resting in the air around the rooms. Austin was cooking the bacon on high and they had six slices, grease dripping, parked on Mark's plate. Gotta hand it to 'em for enthusiastically trying to get the job done. The had toast, waffles, eggs, bacon, cut-up fresh fruit.... The meal was so big, they served it to Mark in a big, round pizza pan!!! He didn't complain.
We got home from church and Joey declared it "backwards day" by carving up some pie slices for himself before Mark even came in. We all followed his lead (shame on us) and had our pie and ate it too. It's very hard to come up with dinner plans after digging into the pie. I won't do that again!

Thursday, June 14, 2007

LAST DAY OF SCHOOL 2007...

Ressa with best friends and teacher on the last day of second grade:
PS. I've been wanting to set the teacher up with my brother, Mike for awhile now. I think they'd make a perfect pair. We see her every Sunday at church too.
Melody performing in the kindergarten graduation on the last day...Here she is with her teacher, in front of all the parents:
When asked to take the microphone and tell what she loved best about kindergarten, she said, "going to the computer lab."
Here she is in the center, with her class:
Out in front of school:
Mark picked this dress up at a garage sale for $1 with the Macy's tag still attached! Guess I can't knock garage sales anymore! Austin's 8th grade graduation from junior high:
One handsome guy amidst about 400 kids graduating from 8th grade.
With his teacher. She was also Joey's 5th grade teacher, back in 2000.

Stoddart's Sign Contract with Anaheim Angels!

I know they're the L.A. Angels, but to me they'll always be the Anaheim Angels playing at the Anaheim Stadium (rather than Los Angeles Angels playing at Edison Field....just can't get used to that.
Well, it's official! I am just faxing over a signed a contract with the Angels to reserve a block of 25 seats in the View section for Tuesday night, 6/20 at 7:05pm, at Angel Stadium, under "The Stoddart Family." At some point during the game (7th inning stretch, probably) they welcome any groups of 25 of more, so we'll have to watch for our name to go up on the big board during the game. I count 11 adults and 14 kids age 2-17. This should be lots of fun, especially with Steph being down next week with her kids. Megan is inviting a girl friend, Austin is inviting one of his buddy's and Joey is trying to find a date. Saturday, after picking up Kelsey from Disneyland, we'll swing over and I'll pick up the tickets at "will call." Then distribute them to everybody. They were $8.50/each which isn't bad at all! Should be a blast!

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Stomach Ache...Brought to You by "Fiber Gun!"

A possible reason for my sister's chronic stomach ache occurred to me the other day. Ever since she introduced these particular fiber bars to me, I have both enjoyed their taste and suffered through a few stomach aches of my own. One day it led me to investigate the ingredients label. Here it is for you to inspect as well.
Yesiree, I knew it was too good to be true. These fiber bars rhyme with "FIBER GUN" so we'll just refer to them that way here in the text. I don't know about you, but I was personally a little troubled when I found both shellac and ethanol on the ingredients label. Maybe THAT'S why her stomach hurts. I can't be sure about what our daily recommended allowance is of ethanol, but I know there are various ways we can get enough. While some get their ethanol in Fiber Gun bars, others like this fellow here, take their ethanol in other forms:
I don't know where they make this stuff, but it definitely isn't here:
and boy are these guys proud to say so. I just know that King Kevin de la Organica, out of Colorado will weigh in on the subject and I can't wait to hear what he says.
Well, better look out, here comes the ethanol supply truck heading straight for our nutritious fiber bar food company, right around the corner:
Ethanol aside, let's talk about shellac boys and girls...
It is made from the excretions of the lac beetle and is used in furniture and floor polishes, as described at this fellow's website below:
Maybe I'm way off on this one, but I'll have to say I've been feeling much better since I started cutting back on my ethanol and shellac intake. Isn't that one of those things we learned in kindergarten....don't EAT the shellac, boys and girls!